Bright And Beautiful Things - Ralph McTell

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet

And eating her curds and her whey

And along came a spider and sat down beside her

And frightened Miss Muffet away

Oh, what a shame

Oh, who do you blame?

The spider soon finished his web

And the rain came down, and hung it with diamonds

And a bird flew along, with the stroke of his wing

Broke the web, he and the spider

Oh, what a shame

Oh, who do you blame?

The bird flew up high into the sky

And the sun lit the tips of his wet wings with fire

And a man with a gun shot him down to the ground

And went home and sung in the choir